#script shortcuts

[ai-innova7ions]

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[dcviated]

im completely ruining raguna's reputation today

[merge-conflict]

one of the things that would be nice to figure out is just how much weird shit valentine has been doing to operate her interface that she doesn't remark on in her POV because it's normal to her. other people are doing it too. but johnny, who has been dead for fifty years and shot a gun while aiming with his organic eyes is in the command chair trying to figure out if she was doing right-tighty or lefty-loosey to get her car to auto-park because there are no goddamn buttons on the dashboard and half the windows are completely blocked with bullet-proofing

[bmpmp3]

do we know if sv2 will support scripts. kanru will you give us arrowkey note movement shortcuts.

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

✏️ Writing Dialogue That Sounds Like Real People, Not Theater Kids on Red Bull

(a crash course in vibes, verbal economy, and making your characters shut up already)

Okay. We need to talk about dialogue. Specifically: why everyone in your draft sounds like they’re in a high school improv group doing a dramatic reading of Riverdale fanfiction.

Before you panic, this is normal. Early dialogue is almost always too much. Too polished. Too "scripted." So if yours feels off? You’re not failing. You’re just doing Draft Zero Dialogue, and it’s time to revise it like a boss.

Here’s how to fix it.

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🎭 STEP ONE: DETOX THEATER ENERGY I say this with love: your characters are not all quippy geniuses. They do not need to deliver emotional monologues at every plot beat. They can just say things. Weird, half-finished, awkward things.

Real people:

interrupt each other

trail off mid-thought

dodge questions

contradict themselves

repeat stuff

change the subject randomly

Let your characters sound messy. Not every line needs to sparkle. In fact, the more effort you put into making dialogue ✨perfect✨, the more fake it sounds. Cut 30% of your clever lines and see what happens.

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🎤 STEP TWO: GIVE EACH CHARACTER A VERBAL FINGERPRINT The fastest way to make dialogue feel alive? Make everyone speak differently. Think rhythm, grammar, vocabulary, tone.

Some dials you can twist:

Long-winded vs. clipped

Formal vs. casual

Emojis of speech: sarcasm, filler words, expletives, slang

Sentence structure: do they talk in fragments? Run-ons? Spirals?

Emotion control: are they blunt, diplomatic, avoidant, performative?

Here’s a shortcut: imagine what your character sounds like over text. Are they the “lol okay” type or the “okie dokie artichokie 🌈✨” one? Now translate that into speech.

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🧠 STEP THREE: FUNCTION > FILLER Every line of dialogue should do something. Reveal something. Move something. Change something.

Ask:

Does this line push the plot forward?

Does it show character motivation/conflict/dynamic?

Does it create tension, add context, or raise a question?

If it’s just noise? It’s dead air. Cut it. Replace it with a glance. A gesture. A silence that says more.

TIP: look at a dialogue scene and remove every third line. Does the scene still work? Probably better.

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💥 STEP FOUR: REACTIVITY IS THE GOLD STANDARD Characters don’t talk into a void. They respond. And how they respond = the real juice.

Don’t just write back-and-forth ping pong. Write conflict, dodge, misunderstanding. If one character says something vulnerable, the other might joke. Or ignore it. Or say something cruel. That’s tension.

Dialogue is not just information exchange. It’s emotional strategy.

Try this exercise: A says something revealing. B lies. A notices, but pretends they don’t. B changes the subject. Now you’ve got a real scene.

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🔍 STEP FIVE: PAY ATTENTION TO POWER Every convo has a power dynamic, even if it’s tiny. Who’s steering? Who’s withholding? Who’s deflecting, chasing, challenging?

Power can shift line to line. That shift = tension. And tension = narrative fuel.

Write conversations like chess matches, not ping pong.

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✂️ STEP SIX: SCISSORS ARE YOUR BEST FRIEND The best dialogue is often the second draft. Or third. Or fourth. First drafts are just you figuring out what everyone wants to say. Later drafts figure out what they actually would say.

Things to cut:

Greetings/closings ("Hi!" "Bye!"--skip it unless it serves tone)

Exposition disguised as chat

Obvious thoughts spoken aloud

Explaining jokes

Repeating what we already know

Readers are smart. Let them fill in blanks.

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🎧 STEP SEVEN: READ IT OUT LOUD (YES, REALLY) If you hate this step: too bad. It works. Read it. Mumbling is fine. Cringe is part of the ritual.

Ask yourself:

Would someone actually say this?

Does this sound like one person speaking, or a puppet show with one hand?

Where does the rhythm trip? Where’s the breath?

If you can’t say it out loud without wincing, the reader won’t make it either. Respect the vibe.

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🏁 TL;DR: If you want your dialogue to sound like real people, let your characters be real. Messy. Annoying. Human. Let them interrupt and lie and joke badly and say the wrong thing at the worst time.

Cut the improv class energy. Kill the urge to be ✨brilliant✨. And listen to how people talk when they’re scared, tired, pissed off, in love, or trying not to say what they mean.

That’s where the good stuff is.

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // official advocate of awkward silences and one-word replies

P.S. I made a free mini eBook about the 5 biggest mistakes writers make in the first 10 pages 👀 you can grab it here for FREE:

[pagemurdockandnelson]

Louder for those in the back

In Season 3, Matt tried to make sense of his life by cutting Matt Murdock out and just living as Daredevil. In Born Again, he's trying to make sense by cutting Daredevil out and just living as Matt Murdock.

Which, spoiler alert, he already tried in Defenders, and ended up underneath a collapsed skyscraper. So, obviously, we just need to try again, only not in the Kitchen.

Where is Jessica Jones? I need my girl to slap some sense into him.

[tobeholyistobeempty]

part two / continuation to ‘immediately into dating, simon riley would buy you a gun.’

———————

simon doesn’t do panic. he doesn’t do “what if” in the way most people do.

simon does loadouts, contingency plans. redundancies. plans b, c, and d. war-game strategies for situations you haven’t even considered. you once joked that if aliens invaded he’d have a bunker prepped with oxygen tanks, thermal blankets, and stashes of your favourite tea.

he didn’t even laugh. just looked at you and said “third shelf. bottom left.”

that’s simon riley in a nutshell. the man you’ve grown to love more than you thought possible. so it’s no surprise when, a few months into his first deployment since moving in with you, he returns home with yet another gift. a plain black phone - matte black, weighty, no brand or ports or logos - just a long slim button along the left side.

you look at him as if he grew three heads, and earn an amused smirk for it.

“encrypted satellite uplink.” he explains, like that’s a thing you’ve heard before. “custom interface. only one number in it - mine.”

you blink at him. “you got me a burner bat-phone?”

he hums, then shrugs like it’s not the weirdest thing ever.

“gps auto-tracks if it’s turned on. hit the button on the side twice and it sends me a signal - transferable no matter where i am in the world. i’ll see location, coordinates, audio, front facing images. enough data f’me to paint the whole picture without you sayin a word.”

oh.

you exhale something shaky, mumble something like jesus simon - but nonetheless, you hear what he isn’t saying. he’s made it clear, from day one, that you being safe isn’t negotiable. and simon isn’t the man to leave anything to chance.

you understand it’s love, in the language he speaks best. preparation.

so then he runs you through it. how to use it, scenarios you might need it and how to remain calm while staring down the face of danger. gives you script suggestions and ways to talk yourself out of an ambush. he’s got an idea for every situation and a backup plan for each back up plan. you understand it’s the mind of a soldier. the way he’s been trained to be.

and when it does happen - some months and change into his second or third deployment - it doesn’t even feel real at first.

it’s late. you’d gone out to grab some takeout from a spot two blocks down. you don’t even question it anymore - don’t even think twice. you carry the phone in your pocket just like you carry the gun in your purse - knowing it tracks your location, knowing it sends a silent beacon straight to him if you double press the side button. you used to joke about him being paranoid, but simon isn’t paranoid. he’s a realist. a man who’s watched enough good people die to understand that bad things don’t wait for convenience. they wait for your hands to be full of takeout bags, your guard to be down, and your head to be elsewhere.

and that’s exactly how it goes.

it’s a shortcut you’ve taken a hundred times. the alley behind the restaurant that cuts straight to the other end of your neighbourhood. you’ve got headphones in and your hood up when you come face to face with a man standing dead centre of your path.

you clock him immediately. wide stance. twitchy energy. hand near his hip - not quite pulling a weapon, but not just scratching his ass either.

shit.

“evenin’,” he drawls with a toothless grin. “nice night, huh?”

you don’t respond. your mind is already going - whirling through all the things simon taught you. how to pretend. how to play a part so well you catch the catch off guard.

the man steps forward. “whatcha got on you?”

you exhale, steady. just like you’ve been taught - and then you smile. script selected and ready to play the part.

“careful,” you murmur. “you’re interfering with an ongoing operation.”

that gives him pause.

“operation?” he repeats, eyebrows notched.

you nod, slowly - turning your head only slightly, not taking your eyes off him, to nod toward the building behind you.

“undercover narcotics. been tracking cartel for the last two weeks. i’m wired, by the way.” you tap your hoodie. “whole conversations being recorded.”

he laughs, ugly, and pulls a knife out of his pocket.

“bullshit. give me the purse, lady.”

“okay, okay. sure.” you shrug, snuff down the panic, and work that training that was drilled into you. “sniper on the rooftop two buildings over says otherwise.”

“nice try.” he snorts and steps closer again, raising the knife a little higher. “ain’t no fuckin sniper.”

and that’s when you do it - two presses of your thumb on the side of the phone in your pocket. no sound, no light - but somewhere halfway across the world, simon riley is already moving.

the call comes three seconds later. you answer without taking your eyes off the man before you.

“sergeant.” simon grits out from the other end. “what’s your status.”

there’s noise behind him. a radio, chatter, chopper blades - yet his focus is entirely on you.

“got a civilian obstructing the path. attempted mugging with a concealed weapon. non responsive to verbal warnings. might need a threat escalation.”

a pause - then simon’s voice changes.

“copy that. sights locked, target acquired - middle aged male, five foot seven, green hoodie.” he says, like he’s in the middle of a fuckin battlefield, somehow detecting all of this from behind a five inch screen. you hear his gun cock. the man hears it too. “rounds chambered - if he reaches for you, we take the shot. confirm.”

the man’s face drops into a scowl. you smile wider.

“confirmed.” you reply.

“wh-who the fuck is that?” his hand falters. “what the fuck-“

simon doesn’t miss a beat.

“who i am doesn’t matter. what matters is your position, your movement profile, and the blood spatter trajectory once my round goes through your fuckin teeth.” he pauses, just for a moment. “you’ve got a daughter. five years old. get moving if y’wanna see her again.”

and it’s like a switch flips in the guy’s brain, because his whole posture changes. eyes darting to the rooftops. sweat prickling at his hairline. you don’t even have to reach for your gun because he’s already backing away.

how the fuck simon knew all that in a thirty second span is beyond you.

“fuckin’ - whatever, man. shit,” he mutters, turning on his heel and power-walking into the shadows.

you let out a breath once he’s gone - slow and long and completely in shock, and raise the phone to your ear.

“you still there?”

“always ‘ere, love,” simon murmurs. his voice coming through in something softer now. still tense, still locked in, but something in it cracks around the edges. “you alright?”

you nod even though he can’t see it, then realize that maybe he can.

“i am now, si.”

there’s a soft silence between you. weighted with everything he can’t do from across the globe.

then, quiet: “i shoulda been there.”

you clutch the phone tighter. pretend it’s his hand.

“simon,” you murmur, “you were.”

you walk home with the phone still pressed to your ear, and he stays on the line until your door’s locked, your shoes are off, and the food’s gone cold on the counter.

“hey,” you whisper into the speaker. “your sniper impression’s terrifying, by the way.”

a breath of a laugh - filled with all the relief that comes with it.

“nothin’ bout that was an impression, sweet’eart.”

[demilypyro]

The fact we got a Thousand Year Door remake in current year that not only retains everything that made the original great but also

Has an incredible graphical upgrade while staying true to the style

Lets you switch partners without entering the menu

Adds shortcuts that reduce backtracking

Saves faster

Adds a bunch of new expressions for minor characters

Adds a different battle remix for every area

Makes Vivian canonically trans in the English script

I am THRIVING rn this is what a remake should be

[livelaughlovebeinggod]

This post is for the people who are procrastinating on applying the law or for those who need a wake up call. ‼️

what if you had never found the law?

Or let's say there's a parallel reality where you never stumbled upon the law of assumption. That you with the same circumstances but without the knowledge of the law, how would they have felt? For many, it would feel like their horrible reality would never change, how helpless they must be feeling, thinking about all the hardwork they need to do in order to achieve something, thinking that there's no shortcut to life and they've to do far more than just lifting a finger, they've to chase after life relentlessly just to live their dreams and the list goes on...all this just because they're limited in their mind, they're not aware of just how powerful their mind and their assumptions are, just because they're not aware that they can have absolutely anything and everything just by assuming they have it. They would have lived their entire life feeling like they've no control over their life, having that hope that maybe one day it would all change but unfortunately it never does. You come to your last stage of life with nothing but regrets because you wanted to do so many things but either didn't have the time or you just didn't have the courage to "take action" on them.

Seems horrifying? It is.

Now let's flip the script!

GOOD NEWS!

YOUR LIFE IS NOT THE WAY I DESCRIBED ABOVE.

You're blessed and lucky enough to have the knowledge about the law of assumption. I would have certainly felt helpless and hopeless if i didn't know about the law of assumption with my circumstances, i would've felt like giving up but this is not the case, I know about the law, i know it IS possible to have the life of my dreams and more, oh how blessed i am. Then why the hell am i procrastinating on doing the bare minimum?! imagine the things you would have to do in order to achieve those dreams if you didn't know about the law? Damn I'm exhausted even thinking about it! But guess what? With the law, u know all you have to do is just assume it's already done and persist! You don't have to even lift a finger let alone doing anything more than that. It's this easy.

Just think about it.

It's that easy so why are you procrastinating or why are you not taking accountability and changing your life? YOU LITERALLY CANNOT BE MORE BLESSED THAN THIS. Like imagine getting whatever you want with just your assumptions?! Even a fairytale falls short of what cheat code we know now. You're not realising just HOW FREAKING LUCKY AND POWERFUL YOU ARE.

This is not just a post to motivate you, this is a WAKE UP CALL, I'm calling you out rn and telling you to end this cycle, NOW. I need you to step aside from ur phone or Tumblr after you've read this post and just think about it, what are you doing? You could be living ur dream life by now if u had just applied the law and stayed consistent with it but here you are, consuming more loa content as if it's all not just the same information you've read a hundred times. The law is simple, too simple actually.

DECIDE YOU HAVE IT & PERSIST. THAT'S IT.

There's no other magical information out there, you WILL NOT get your desires if you don't apply the law. It cannot get easier than this. There are people who don't have ANY idea about the law, they're living a limited life, but you? You know about the thing people would sell their souls just to find out about it, and here you are still procrastinating as if you don't actually hold the power of the whole universe inside your mind and all you need is a decision and commitment to that decision.

It's either you decide to CHANGE YOUR LIFE AND FINALLY END THIS CYCLE or GET THIS LOOP GOING FOREVER. It's upto you. No one's coming to save you and it doesn't have to be scary, no one's coming to save you because you're enough to save yourself. You've all the power you'll ever need. Stop doubting your power. Actually applying the law and being consistent is scary and hard because your mind is too familiar living in hell that even heaven starts to feel uncomfortable but trust me, once you come out of that comfort bubble, you'll see that you were living in a tunnel all your life when there was a whole universe outside waiting for you to come out.

You can do it. Now, GO DO IT.

[sugaredrhubarb]

A QUICK GUIDE TO AO3 CUSTOMIZATION FROM SOMEONE WHO KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT CODING

ft adding pink to everything and my secret to writing long comments

note: I originally posted this to twt but if that place burns in a fiery pit I spent too long on this for it to disappear, so I'm putting it here too :)

so many people know way more about this than I do, but this is a step-by-step walkthrough of the changes *I've* made, and hopefully it works as an introduction people can build from for whatever they'd like to do

There are a lot of images in this post! (click to enlarge)

to start, AO3 skins

site skins change how the AO3 website appears when logged in (even on mobile), mine is pink and blue!

I'll have my skin turned off throughout the post so the guides appear as they will for you

to create, edit, and view skins, go to the "skins" tab from the left-hand menu. you can also view public site skins from there or from the button in the preferences.

public site skins are made by other users. i would really encourage previewing and exploring them to become familiar with the possibilities (maybe you just want to use one of them and now you're done!)

to create your own skin

on the skins page, click "create site skin"

if you don't know CSS (same), use the wizard! clicking on the "?" will give more information about each option

I only use the colours section you'll see a link right there for hex codes I use pink as a header colour and bue for accent but lots of people change the background colour and that looks really cool!

submit

The next step (optional!!!) is to add CSS from a public skin to your own. I use "ByLine" by Branch. this separates the tag categories and adds spacing to make them easier to read.

here is a before and after using the fic "Landslide" by @roosterbruiser as an example

to see the CSS of a skin, click the title

copy all the text below the CSS heading

in the skin creator/editor press the custom CSS option and paste all the text into the CSS box

you can have both wizard and custom CSS settings, in mine you can see the header and accent colours as well as the CSS

level up: USERSCRIPTS

userscripts are small pieces of code that modify a website. for AO3, this may involve adding shortcuts and buttons or even advanced tagging functions (computer people, I'm so sorry if this is wrong, I'm trying). I use Greasy Fork and Tampermonkey.

This is how I write long and formatted comments!

Greasy Fork is an archive of userscripts and Tampermonkey is a browser extension and userscript manager. You don't need to use these two in particular. please use your common sense when downloading anything or adding permissions to your browser.

Greasy Fork guide on installing scripts

Install Tampermonkey on Chrome

there are TONS of user scripts for AO3. This is another good opportunity to explore all the possibilities. there are lots of more complicated options I haven't explored.

scripts for AO3

i use this floaty review box

and this comment formatting

EDIT: if you use chrome you might need to turn on developer mode in your chrome extension manager - you can google "tampermonkey developer mode" and it should explain that :)

to install (once you have Tampermonkey installed):

open the script you want in Greasy Fork and press install

Tampermonkey will open, press install again

clicking the Tampermonkey extension will let you toggle scripts on and off, and opening the dashboard will let you view, edit, and delete scripts

i find i can only have a few turned on at a time before they cancel each other out, but that depends on which ones you're using and someone more savvy might be able to fix that

how to use the floaty review box - write more comments!

there will now be a "floaty review box" button at the top of the work, it will open a floating text box you can move anywhere on the page. highlighting any text and pressing the insert button will paste the text with italics into the box

anything you type in the review box will appear in your comment at the bottom of the page!

if you have also installed the comment formatting script, you'll be able to highlight any text in your comment and use the new buttons above the comment box to format it

thats all ive got! Hopefully this is a good starting point to get familiar with some of the terms and basics for skins and scripts <3

if you want some inspo for how to comment on fics i made a whole fic rec list on twitter based on comments I've left, it's here. i have a masterlist of recs there mostly for darklina/reylo and similar ships.

the tag #reading with ru has cod recs and me talking about books

:)

[nopanamaman]

do you have any tips for renpy? I picked up the engine and have been fiddling with it a little

two lifechanging shortcuts:

Shift + E when playtesting to jump to the currently displayed line in the script

Shift + R when playtesting to instantly reload the script without losing progress (make sure to save the changes in the script editor before doing this)

[midnitetech]

Custom Uniforms Mod

Hi all,

Just a little mod to give you more control over your careers! It basically adds a shortcut to the EA cheat for editing career outfits — now you can do it easily from your Sim’s Phone (under Work), a Computer (under Career), and now directly from a Dresser. Your Sim must be in a career that has a uniform set for the option to appear.

The mod is completely Base Game Compatible — it only shows outfits that are actually available to your Sim!

⚠️REQUIRED⚠️ 🌐 Lot 51's Core Library 🎮Required DLC: None/Base Game Compatible

Download to C:\Users\....\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\Mods Don't forget Lot 51's Core Library—script files must be no more than 1 folder deep.

PATREON

(free)

[the-most-humble-blog]

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🛐 HE-MAN TRIED TO TRICK US: SKELETOR WAS SWOLE AS F☰☰K TOO

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Let’s talk about the biggest muscle-based misinformation campaign of your childhood—right up there with Santa Claus and “milk builds strong bones.”

They told us He-Man was the only alpha.

Sword. Glow-up. Tan. Blond Jesus in a fur Speedo.

But meanwhile, Skeletor was out here yoked beyond belief, cackling through war crimes while casually bench-pressing trauma in a hood held up by pure trap density.

💀 SKELETOR’S SWOLE ANATOMY: FACTS THEY HID FROM YOU

📏 Shoulders for days That man could shoulder-press Castle Grayskull without flinching.

💪 Biceps of Doom His staff had a full-on ram skull on it. That’s not plastic. That’s plate-loaded evil.

🧼 Abs for Eternity You could do your laundry on that torso. Not a single soft edge. Just pure bone-deep hypertrophy.

🟣 THE DOUBLE STANDARD: HE-MAN vs. THE GRIND

He-Man had a magic sword that gave him gains on command. Transformation cheat code activated.

Skeletor? No shortcuts. No enchantments. Just rage-fueled compound lifts and villainous macros.

He stayed cut year-round. No off-season. No excuses. Just delts, drama, and diabolical volume training.

🧠 THE REAL GYM INSPIRATION: SKELETOR

🦴 No skin? No problem. You try deadlifting with exposed jawbone and no rotator cuffs.

🛑 No fans. No pity. No quit. He didn’t need a support circle. He had haters, and that was enough.

🎯 Consistency > Catchphrase He lost every episode but never once skipped leg day.

He-Man had magic. Skeletor had mind-muscle connection and pain tolerance from hell.

📢 THE REAL LESSON HE-MAN HID FROM YOU

"You don’t need a magic sword to be powerful. You just need to lift. Daily. Even while plotting universal domination."

Skeletor was proof:

You don’t have to win to be legendary

You don’t need applause to be aesthetic

You don’t need fans to build delts that make minions cower

And sometimes? Being the bad guy just means you train alone harder.

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👊 STOP SLEEPING ON SKELETOR

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They painted him as a joke. A clown. A screeching skeleton in purple briefs.

But real ones know:

That wasn’t a villain. That was a walking masterclass in perseverance, hypertrophy, and trap worship.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t shrink. He kept showing up—jacked, angry, fabulous.

That’s not evil. That’s discipline in its rawest, baddest form.

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🔁 Reblog if you respect the traps that ate Skeletor’s hood 🦴 Save this for the next gym bro who forgets the power of villain arc aesthetics 📸 Share it with someone who thought He-Man was the only one with “The Power” 💀 Bookmark if your childhood just got corrected by hypertrophy and humor 🧠 Follow for more childhood myth destruction and psychosexual cartoon analysis

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[melshifting]

❝ ACADEMIC WEAPON ❞ ― ULTIMATE SCRIPTING PACK ⋆.˚ᝰ.ᐟ

❝ Of course, you got a perfect mark. Again. ❞

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your ability to predict exam questions is almost scary. It’s not magic—you just pay attention to patterns, professors’ favorite topics, and how they phrase things.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your memory works like a web—once you learn something, it connects to every related topic you’ve ever encountered.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your handwriting is ridiculously fast yet still legible. You can take comprehensive notes in record time, capturing all the crucial information while barely looking down at the page.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You always find the most efficient way to complete assignments. If there’s a shortcut, a loophole, or a way to recycle previous work while staying original, you’ll find it.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can glance at a page and mentally highlight the key information without actually using a highlighter—your brain just zones in on the critical bits.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can speed-read without losing comprehension. It’s not just skimming—you can absorb information at twice the usual pace while still retaining all the key points.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You write/complete papers in record time without sacrificing quality—your brain automatically organizes ideas into a structured argument as you type.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You have an uncanny ability to break down complicated topics into simple, digestible explanations—so much so that when you teach a concept to someone else, they walk away thinking you’re a genius.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You don’t just memorize info—you internalize it. While others are cramming last-minute, you’re casually recalling facts like you lived them. Exams don’t scare you because the knowledge is already there.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Somehow, you can recall the most random yet relevant details when you need them. A footnote you saw two weeks ago? Your brain pulls it up like a perfectly timed search engine.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You never lose important documents—whether it’s notes, assignments, or an old syllabus. People come to you when they need to find something.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You have a sixth sense for deadlines. Even if something isn’t officially due for weeks, you just know when you need to start so you’re never scrambling last minute. Your future self always thanks you.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can speed-watch lectures at 1.75x speed and still process every word. It’s not just passive listening—you absorb and retain the information, cutting your study time in half.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your brain treats multiple-choice questions like a detective case—even if you (somehow) don’t know the answer, you can eliminate wrong ones with surgical precision, using logic, and wording cues.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    Your time perception is elite. You can look at an assignment and instinctively know whether it will take 20 minutes or three hours. No guessing, no miscalculations.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You can absorb information simply by listening. You don’t need to obsessively take notes or rewatch lectures—your ability to retain knowledge through casual exposure is incredible.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱    You have a ridiculously good memory for anything academic. Even if you forget where you left your phone, you can recall a specific definition from a textbook you glanced at three weeks ago.

[chimerafeathers]

the concept of intentional boredom/tedium in video games is very much a "your mileage may vary" kind of thing and i go back and forth about it in different situations. where does it work? where does it feel earned/worth the mental toll? why am i gonna play a game that is trying to make me miserable?

i can understand this not being the case for everyone (ymmv, after all) but for ISaT i was so fucking fully on board with the repetitive tedium of it all. rubbing my grubby little hands together and going yesssss, yesssssss, make my immersive gameplay experience directly emulate the exact frustrations and anxieties and mind-numbing breakdowns of the player character. remind me, at every turn, the toll this would take on the person living it. make me live their inner monologue before it's ever verbalized on screen.

how strong you feel, compared to the party you're inevitably leaving behind, how weak they seem now. how annoying it is to cut down these same enemies again and again, always pointlessly getting in your way (oh, how convenient that Siffrin feels the same way so intensely that you can get an item that lets him scare them off by sheer force of will before they attack you!). since when was the King's battle--so terrifying, so impossible before--so easy? can't this go faster? you've heard this all before.

let me skip ahead, loop around, treat my character my body Siffrin as disposable, take the fast and easy way to reach the next goal when you're on the verge of an exciting breakthrough, this loop doesn't matter anyway. but ohh, this next loop might be The One, better do this one right and follow the script to perfection. make all the jokes and say all the right things to get the lovely bonding dialogue so you can carry the Best Version of Everyone through to the end. that'll give you the Good Ending, right? can't hurt to try, right? you don't really believe it but this time will fix everything, right?

how generous and wonderful to have so many shortcuts at hand! dissociating zoning out to skip repetitive dialogue, splitting your head open on a rock slipping on a banana peel in the town to loop right to the floor you need, suuuuurely all of this stuff is purely for the Player's Convenience and won't have any psychological impact on our dear protagonist such that it gets slammed back into the player's face as a stomach-dropping reminder that someone's moment-to-moment experience in this time loop still matters, still carries over, still gets riddled with scars even if they can't be seen!

i've played & watched enough games that trivialize/hand-wave game mechanics that it's pretty easy to detach myself from the minutiae of video game decision-making. "this input gets the Good Response" -> "i will continue doing this input." "this option will be more efficient" -> "might as well save some time then." but this game would not let me stop thinking about consequence.

picking Siffrin's favorite food makes them happy! :) it's also the option that makes Bonnie the happiest! yay! -> i keep picking their favorite food -> Siffrin gradually grows sick of something that once brought him joy -> oh. right. that...makes sense, huh.

okay i asked the King what i needed, mann there won't be any tears after the fight is over so i'll have to do the whole ending scene again and that takes a while and i reeeeally wanna talk to Loop, maybe i'll just lose on purpose this time -> OH. RIGHT. THIS IS MAYBE THE MOST PAINFUL WAY FOR SIFFRIN TO DIE BOTH PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY HUH. -> never gonna do that again actually!!!!! the ending isn't that long!!!!

banana peel time! we've got places to be and mysteries to solve! -> (you're a living comedy sketch.) (you wonder if you'll ever be able to smell bananas again without wanting to vomit.) -> i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

it's always cute to see Isabeau's reactions! pick the options that make him blush :3 -> (disgusting. manipulative. it's no wonder he thinks he likes you, you made him feel that way.) -> i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry siffrin NO he liked you before any of this happened please don't think of yourself that way--

maybe it won't hit the same for every player (what game can expect to do that?) but holy fuck it hit for me. the way the mechanics let you fall into familiar gamey rhythms but constantly, constantly remind you that this is Siffrin's life you're playing with. the way you end up perfectly in step in the worst ways. muscle memory and habit built up so well that you both stumble when something changes. devastating and delicious

[kioflerkira]

“ CATCH ME IF YOU CAN ! ”

pairing(s): m.morales x reader genre: fluff, humor, established relationship, friendly competition warnings: fluff, implied teasing swearing tee hee, kissing summary: you and miles make a game out of who can swing to the top of the tallest building first

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“ALRIGHT RULES ARE SIMPLE,” you said, perched sideways on the edge of a rooftop, fingers holding also the concrete roof. “first one to the top of that—” you pointed across the skyline, toward a skyscraper that gleamed under the afternoon sun, “—wins.”

miles arched a brow, stretching his neck like a professional athlete about to enter the spider-verse olympics. “what building ? that’s like three bridges and a pizza place away.”

“I believe in you,” you teased, already leaning forward like a runner on the starting line.

he gave you a squinty look, smirking as he pulled his mask back over his face. “you’re gonna cry when I beat you, aren’t you ?”

“ha ! you wish.” you grinned. “first one there gets bragging rights and the loser buys dinner.”

“oh, now it matters,” he laughed. “let’s go, pretty girl.”

and with that, he shot a web and zoomed.

you cursed under your breath, firing your own web right after him, launching off the edge with a scream of wind in your ears. the race was on.

the city blurred past as you swung between buildings, weaving through fire escapes and dodging the occasional surprised pigeon. you could see him up ahead—barely. his suit flashed red and black like a taunt every time he flipped over a building edge, cocky as ever.

“slowpoke !” miles shouted over his shoulder.

“trash talk won’t save you when I pass you !” you yelled back.

he laughed again— show-off

you took a shortcut, slicing through a narrow alleyway and rebounding off the side of a brick wall, shooting your web higher. boom, suddenly you were ahead.

“HEY !” he shouted.

“oh now you care,” you called, twisting mid-air, flipping backward just to show off. “I thought you were gonna win ?”

you didn’t even have to see his face to know he was pouting under that mask.

but then, as if scripted, you misjudged a swing. your web caught a weird angle, and you dipped for half a second.

and man, that one slip up was all he needed.

FWOOSH

he passed you in a blur, momentum perfect, body graceful in a way that made you want to punch him.

you landed on the rooftop a mere second after he did, tumbling into a roll and popping up just in time to see him already striking a dramatic pose on the edge of the building.

“you’re late,” he said smugly.

you stood, hands on your hips. “you literally just got here.”

“yeah, but I got here first.” he walked toward you, peeling off his mask. that smug smile of his was in full force. “so.. what’s for dinner ?”

you shoved him lightly, laughing. “you got lucky.”

“no,” he said, gently pulling your mask up halfway and kissing your forehead. “I got you. that’s all the luck I need.”

you groaned. “that was so incredibly corny—”

“and you loved it.”

you shoved him again, harder this time, and he caught you in a hug, arms wrapping around you in that warm, miles way that made everything slow down.

“you almost had me,” he said softly.

“you’re annoying,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “but you love me anyway ?”

you paused .. then sighed. “unfortunately.”

“rude.”

he kissed you anyway, grinning.

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a/n: WHY on gods green earth is it so hard to find decent photos for my shi bro, specifically miles 🥀 kid you not, it took me a good 30 minutes to find barely 3 decent photos